It’s hard to sleep after you’ve been hugged by Kate Clinton.
I know. I know, I get it, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anymore. Subaru doesn’t make the Escort. Ford makes the Escort. Now, I do wish that my demonstration of How Not to Change a Minor Detail in a book was a clever object lesson for new writers, but alas, it’s simply a mistake.
It’s the chicken-egg argument. I made a character, then a love interest, and then had to fine tune both to create compelling reasons to keep them apart while they’re also perfect for each other.
the hopes that techonology works, I’m pre-posting this announcement: The Kiss that Counted goes on sale today in bookstores and online outlets everywhere. If you’re a Bella Books customer, your books are probably already in the mail.
With CJ Roshe’s past hunting her down, she can’t offer Karita Hanssen anything more than kisses and goodbyes – not even her real name.
Karita was a crazy woman, a beautiful, darling, Madonna-goddess-elf creature, CJ thought, because she said, “Even a llama spits better than that.”
It was weirdly comforting to know she felt things that millions of other women felt. Comforting to think that in the matter of love she might really be … normal.